It seems that I quite frequently discuss my lack of sleep on this here blog.  So, in keeping with consistency, I *must* tell you about my night last night.  It was exhausting.  I felt like I had a newborn again.  Poor Brodykins woke up every two hours with leaky diapers and hunger cries.  By the end of the night, I wanted to cry with him.   I would love to say that the night consisted only of me waking up every two hours to tend to Brodykins, but the fact of the matter is, Miss busy girl and Mr. Chatty were also up during the “in between” intervals.  Finally, at 5:30 am, I gave up on sleep.  So I padded out to the living room to enjoy about 45 minutes of quiet time on the internet.  Which is normally welcome, when one isn’t tired as hell.  Know what I mean?

This virus they have is one heck of a monster!  It’s still hanging on after almost a week!  One minute they’ll look fine and the next, dinner (or breakfast or lunch or a snack) is coming back up and onto the carpet with a vengeance.

If I could beat the sickness up, I think I would at this point.  But who am I kidding?  I’m getting the crap kicked out of me by sheer exhaustion.  I think the sickness is winning.

Dang, I hope it goes away soon.